At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

Her name.

Richard’s mailing address.

Balance due in red.

So that was where some of it had been going. Not just a lease. Not just helping. He’d been feeding the hole and hiding the receipts.

I took the statement downstairs and slid it into the binder.

Then I made myself real breakfast.

Bacon.

Butter.

Good bread.

I ate it alone at the same kitchen island where,continue reading …